He laughed at me and splashed me when I tried to teach him to blow bubbles. He blew kisses to the ladies on the deck while he was in the pool. He kicked, he laughed, he sat in his duck. He missed a step on the deck and hit his head on a cooler, then recovered like a champ. He showed Sarah his tongue.
He ate three large pieces of watermelon, a cup of peaches, and a cup of mandarin oranges. He watched two older boys run and jump and push each other into the pool - he studied their every move and thought that surely he could do it too... so he tried to join them a few times and was disappointed when I steered him away.
He refused to nap and by the time we finally got him to fall asleep, it was nearly bed time anyway, so he missed out on his cheeseburger. We stayed the night and he woke up at 5:30 am STARVING and ready to play. On Monday we had a wonderful day lounging around the house.
I hope we can make every day of summer feel like it's supposed to - watermelon, the pool, popsicles, the grill, and swimming trucks. Maybe some camping, eventually some fishing, and hopefully the zoo a couple of times. Adam was meant to be a boy of summer.
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